So the thrill of writing a novel each day is gone, but the desire lingers. The ideas about the novel linger as well. For example, Marek is now Ma’rek and his family has served their masters for the past 300 years, with the first born son of each generation becoming a warrior. They are perhaps the oldest order of warriors in the world and there is bound to be a backstory as to how they forged an allegiance with their particular masters.
I’m still engaged by ideas of the novel and it feels like so much unfinished business. At the same time I am happy to be moving back to the projects I’ve been engaged in and hoping to get those off the plate quickly and explore whatever is to come next. Writing is about moving forward. It is about learning how to tell the tale, living in the tale for a time, and then we move on down the road. Too many writers languish in one story and get caught there. The doors to other worlds close; the thinnies shift, and they are lost; trapped in one story or one story world until inevitably whatever other tales they have left to tell feel dull in comparison, as if told through a sheet of thick glass weathered by years.
I want to be agile. I want to write these stories and move on from them and these worlds, though it is true that I have been trapped in one such realm for far far far too long. I enjoy the words there, but I also do need more.
Time to find new tales.